Original Amigurumi Crochet Patterns

Beginnings and Endings

It’s the official first day of Spring today, heralding the beginning of this wonderful season of hope and new life. Just lately the sun has been trying to push it’s shiny, happy face out from in between the curmudgeonly clusters of clouds but mostly it’s been an airborne sea of grey from horizon to horizon. Thankfully the flowers don’t seem to mind and have sprouted their frilly loveliness all the same.

I try and get out and about for a little walk every day unless it’s bucketing down and have watched with great pleasure as Spring bursts forth again.

I’ve planted a few bulbs and alpines in my garden this year, and now I don’t always have to go to the park for a dose of flower therapy. You see, we lost our beloved cat, Tigger, a few weeks ago (I can only just bring myself to write about it now) and have laid him to rest in the garden. The newly planted flowers and a spiky shrub (in memory of his rather spiky character) are dedicated to his memory.

It will remind us of the happiness and bright moments he brought with him since he adopted us as his owners, and the house as his home shortly after we installed a cat flap for our three newly acquired RSPCA rescue cats around 8 years ago.

He loved our secure and shady garden and often spent time out there, sleeping, prowling and generally just skulking in the shrubbery.

The daffodils have shot up in the last few weeks since Tigger passed away and I’ve sprinkled some meadow flower seeds around to attract some of the butterflies that Tigger loved to chase, or in latter years just watch lazily, in the summer months.

Flowers have been sprouting indoors this week too. I have another mini blanket on the hook. Or really I should say I have had a multitude of hexagons on the hook. No blanket yet but hopefully it will start to take shape soon.

A woolly garden of super-simple chain petal flowers are blooming all around the house.

I’m using a mix of bright and pastel shades of pretty much any colours I can find lying about.

The emphasis is on using up odd scraps of yarn. I have a lot of small spheres of hand wound ends that are perfect for a project like this.

These tiny hexagons are a pleasure to hook up. I’m starting off with a yellow centre for each flower and then randomly picking two colours – one for the petals and one for the hexagon.

They’re fast and fun and I love the lack of colour repetition as almost endless combinations get chucked into the basket one after the other.

It’s tempting to pick them up at anytime when I have more than a few minutes to spare, as is proved here in my paint spattered overalls. I couldn’t resist making a few more while waiting for a coat of paint to dry in the bathroom.

After making my first batch I laid them out to see if if I liked the way the colours were working together.

And yes! I certainly did!!

Mojo is being a good cat, and doing the usual ‘is it soft enough for my butt’ testing. That’s a thumbs up and a butts down from Mojo then.

Pogo had other ideas of what was important to test for. In his case he decided to try out the play value. It seems they mess up pretty well after a jolly good roll around in.

That won’t last long of course as the fun of tossing individual hexagons around will come to an abrupt end once they’re all crocheted together.

Enjoy it while you can Pogo, you bad, bad cat!

In light of such delinquent behaviour I’ve decided that the safest place for all my hexagons is firmly skewered onto knitting needles. That way I can keep an eye on them and minimise the claw cags and soggy teeth marks.

Storing them this way also means I can see at a glance which colours I have the most or least of.

And of course, they can all then be ready at hand (or feet) for cosy, sofa sprawling crochet sessions. PJs and fluffy slippers on, candles lit, hook in hand and hexagons proliferating. How lovely.

This simple and bright little project has helped a tiny bit to distract me from the sadness of losing Tigger. Crochet is the perfect form of therapy for me. I find it gently distracting and incredibly relaxing, like a productive form of meditation. Now some time has passed I’m trying to focus less on how much I miss him and more on reflecting on all there was to be thankful for in knowing him, and knowing we gave him a life of luxury, comfort and love in his elderly years.

I’ll sign off this post by sharing a few photos from previous blog posts of my beautiful, difficult tempered, but incredibly rewarding misfit cat.

On a happier note I just loooove your little hexagons, such fun and fabulous colours together, can I ask if there is a pattern as I have so many colours of yarn like you I would love to try to make my own hexi blankie. Thanks for all your inspiration it just makes me want to crochet for more hours than there are in a day : )

Thanks Jules, he sure was the coolest cat for miles around. As for the Hexi blanket, I’m working on a photo tutorial for that. They are sweet and simple but I have a few tips that I learnt along the way to share too. I’ll be posting that in the next week or so.

I am very sorry for Tiger’s parting. It always feels too soon and that there is so much left to share with them. But one thing I am sure of is that he was well loved and had a great time with you. Hugs to the family

Thank you, we loved him dearly and he was certainly happy here. It does feel too soon even though he must have been very old by the time he passed away as he was no spring chicken when he adopted us eight years ago. Thanks for your kind words.

I’m so sorry for your loss. Furballs work their way into our hearts so completely that when they have to leave us, the pain can be overwhelming. I hope yours eases each day to be replaced with happy memories of the time you spent with him.

Thank you for bringing joy through colourful crochet at a time of sadness in your life. Tigger was a special cat who gave you love and will stay in your heart forever. I have said goodbye to many four legged friends and it always hurts. Time does lessen the pain. Carry on with your fab designs and splashes of vibrant colour. Crochet is therapy.

So sorry to hear of your loss. I know how much our furries leave an impression on your heart (and crafting). I read this just moments after having been reminded that it was 2 years since I lost both my fur babies. I have 2 new monster furries now, but I will not forget my others.

On a brighter spring note, I love your hexagons and flowers and can’t wait to see the finished blanket.

I am astonished, 8 years after adopting my first cat, just how completely they work their way into your life and heart and the size of the gap they leave when they’re gone. That’s the nature of love I guess. Sad to lose him but so glad to have known him. You obviously understand. Thanks for your supportive message. x

Oh I’m sorry for your loss. Tigger looks like quite a character in those photos! Would he have tested your hexagons as well?
I love the wee flowers and the colours, honestly I could look at those needles full of hexagons for hours they’re so lovely.

I’m sorry to hear about Tigger. I’m glad Mojo and Pogo are doing their best to keep you entertained with the quality control. the photos of the spring flowers remind me of when I lived in the UK. Spring was so beautiful.